I recall from long ago,
Two young girls who sat in the dark.
For hours on end they'd talk and think,
About the things life threw at them.
And over love that was simply dreamt of.
A love only safe to mention in a whisper.
But no matter how much they talked, thought, or dreamt,
Nothing seemed to ease the peril in their lives.
As time went by, they learned to forget about the pain.
With it, however, they forgot the past.
Yet while forget, they did nothing but dream,
Dream of the horrid flashbacks from the "forgotten" past.
One thing they did not forget, however, was each other.
Nor the countless late nights they spent together.
The little bit of hope hung on to was each other,
And their time together.
They knew what it was like to have all hope stripped away
in the blink of an eye - or so they thought.
Little did they know what the future held.
One day, they experienced true hopelessness.
In the blink of an eye, those nights were stripped away.
Never to be had again.
What was once their saving grace, became a ghost.
They nearly became ghosts right along with those nights.
The more time went by, the worse life got.
Yet still, those nights remained locked in the past.
And now, instead of talking them out during those cherished nights,
They cry along, in the consuming darkness.
With no hope for their saving grace to return.
I am one of those girls.
I am one of those ghosts.
Day after day I long for those nights once more.
To feel safe and away from the judgmental world.
More and more with each passing day,
Life throws something at me that I can't handle alone.
And more and more, I want those nights back.
In my heart, however, I know they won't come.
Yet still, I hang on to false hope, and true desires.
I was wrong...I lied...I don't want those nights back.
I NEED them back.
